I've always wanted to blog a little more regularly, but didn't necessarily expect that pregnancy would be the thing to make me do it. As it turns out, this is an incredibly weird experience. I'm halfway through this monster of a transitional period, and as I get farther along I'm definitely less preoccupied with the existential issues surrounding growing a baby and most of what I'm noticing now has to do with other people. Because once everyone knows you're pregnant, and then everyone can see you're pregnant (evidenced above), they all have something to say. And it's mostly all the same thing.
Everyone comments on what you eat. Besides asking if I have any cravings, and then being disappointed when I say, "not really," people seem very interested in everything I am consuming and how much of it. If I'm not eating enough, people tell me to eat more since I'm eating for two (which isn't really how it works). If I ask for second servings of something, they comment, "That's okay, you can afford it now." People also seem to be much more likely to push desserts and sweets at me. And don't get me started on the questions and comments about whether I'm drinking or not. It's amazing how much more scrutiny you're under when you're pregnant. I wonder what the world would look like if you could freely comment on what or how much someone else was eating.
Everyone comments on how pregnant you look. I came back to work after 10 days away and the first thing my boss said was, "Oh, you really look pregnant now." While I mostly brush aside all the just-left-of-appropriate comments in my workplace (because it's a Jewish community center), it's still pretty astounding how there's always a belly comment. As if I haven't noticed it myself somehow. What also doesn't help is that all maternity shirts and dresses have horizontal stripes on them, because we clearly need the added emphasis. I'm just counting the days until someone puts their hand on my stomach without asking.
Everyone wants to know what gender the baby is. There's a little bit more of a range on how people approach this issue, with the more polite people asking if we want to know the gender. But people are very curious. And I'm not sure who's luckier in this scenario: the people who want to be surprised at the birth, or the people who choose to find out. What ends the interrogation faster: not being able to give them an answer or having one?
Everyone wants to know if you've picked out a name. On this one, I think people really just want to know if you're doing the honorable thing (like naming your kid after someone in the family) or falling victim to the latest naming fashion trends and disasters (I promise no weird spellings). Either way, it's kind of fun to say, "We have, but you won't find out until after the baby is born."
There you have it. Halfway through. Stay tuned for another installment or two as this thing rolls along..